Dawn's POV- I will switch POV'S every chapter! (The next will be Akagi etc.) Also I realize that this wait was SOOOOOOO much longer than I intended and I apologize. One last thing- I realize the beginning and this chapter seem really rushed but I honestly wanted to get into the story and focus on this middle chunk aka the pregnancy. Thanks everybody and ENJOY!

"What?" was all he could breathe. He looked completely flustered, not showing very much emotion other than his constant pacing. His eyes grew wide and he began shaking a bit.

I was just as surprised, even angered when the news was announced to me the first time. To think the man that continually abused me beyond capacity, raped me, and stole my virginity would now have a child by me. It angered me to know he had gotten away with so many firsts with me without my consent. I was always the level headed person. Even though I tended to be opinionated I was always willing to see the light and forgive. But I wasn't sure if I could ever forgive him.

Akagi had no ounce of love for me. I don't even know if he is capable of love. Somehow this had to change.

Before I was wheeled into Akagi's office, I had made an internal decision: to help him. I had to show him what love was and how to live his life with emotion. Of course I didn't suddenly forget all the marks he had left on my body (internally or externally). But I had to accept that escape was probably not an option so I had to do something. I needed to show him emotion so he could feel not only positive, but negative things. He could truly feel remorse for me, to pity me, to be angry at himself for what he did.

I had nightmares every night. The nightmares always had his voice and his face everywhere. And every time he appeared or was heard or even his scent in the air, it terrified me to the core. I was tormented not just by these nightmares, but everything around me day after day. The beatings and the painful sex changed me. I became more hostile and independent (but not in the good way). I never wanted to be around anyone anymore. Any time a door slammed or a knock was heard, I would cringe and even begin to cry. The sounds of the doors and other people kept bringing back the tangible memories.

The only time there was relief was every couple of weeks I would have a recurring dream. It was a break from the nightmares and it was beautiful, yet he was still in it. The dream would always begin with me waking up in a foyer blanketed in white. Elegant music rang in the distance and I would dance to the music in a stunning silver dress. Then he would come and swoop me in his arms and I felt whole with him, happy even! He would smile down at me and I would giggle. I liked these dreams even though he was in them. The dreams, wildly enough, gave me hope for him.

Sadly though, I always had to return to the horrors everyday reality brought me.

I knew he wouldn't say anything. Whether Akagi had "feelings" or not, somewhere within his consciousness he knew it was his fault. The guilt was ridden across his face. Of course in a matter of seconds he attempted to suppress it, but I knew him. I was familiar with his body, his methods, the way he thought. Although the many times he came to punish me was brutal, I could definitely tell that I was an outlet for his pent up fears and emotions in some sense.

I knew he wouldn't back out. He was not one to quit-ever. He followed through with everything, he would finish this. When those words escaped my lips, I was confident for the first time in months. Since I got here literally months ago, my determination deteriorated like my sanity. He stripped me of my innocence within the first week of my capture, and he did not stop. He would come in at sporadic times and force me to submit to him. Of course the first month I did everything I could to stop him. Even Akagi could tell I was losing it. When he stole my innocence that was it. The countless beatings he carried through on me did not do a thing. Akagi terrified me to the core, but not because of mere physical wounds on my skin. He figured out how to literally break me from the inside out. I've been known to be confident and loyal, but he shattered me with a single act.

He did not have sex with me for love, he did it for need. For his own benefit and satisfaction. I was a mere toy for him to drag around. As the months went on though, his touch became gentler. I would never classify it as loving but he seemed to me more careful with my body when he moved me. I tried with all my body not to receive pleasure from it-I seldom did. Most of the time, I screamed and sobbed. Only twice did he elicit a moan from me. I resisted with all my being. I could not give him satisfaction.

"Take her away." he grumbled. The tears began overflowing.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT AKAGI! STAND UP AND TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!" I yelled through my incoherent sobs. My mood had changed from feeling that I for once had the upper hand, to despair. I was shaking violently as random grunts grabbed my arms. I grabbed my stomach as I left the room, making sure to make eye contact with Akagi. For a second his hazy grey ones met my tear-stained ones. He frowned and the doors closed.

I did not fight the grunts. There wasn't a point. My confidence I had back in the office with Akagi had drained out along with my tears. I was stuck in this place. I was a tainted whore for the boss of a criminal organization. And he impregnated me. I wasn't even 18 yet, and I'm going to have a child in 9 months. A baby.

I stepped back into my room with the word 'baby' ringing in my ear. Of course in my earlier teen years I had babysat for neighbors kids. I've also seen my fair share of births in the family of cousins. I mean babies were adorable! I knew I wasn't ready for a baby. I sat on my bed, rubbing my belly. The doctor that tended to me when I was throwing up violently one night said I was about 5 weeks along.

There is a human being growing inside of me.

I smiled slightly at the thought. My body was helping another little body survive and grow.

Akagi's baby.

I frowned again. This baby, although I dreamed of it, was not only mine. It contained Akagi.

"It", what an awful word.

"You'll be a she for now; I've always wanted a little girl…" I whispered down to my still flat belly. The tears gathered under my eyes again.

Even though it was part Akagi's child, I would love her unconditionally. She was now my baby and even though it wasn't my fault that she would be brought into this world, I had to be her source of love.

To be honest, I was frightened. My future was covered in fog at this point. Akagi told me to go back to my room. I don't have sympathy for him, but I did give him a substantial amount of information without much preparation. I hoped and assumed that he was thinking about what to do with me and her.

Would he allow me to be cared for? Would he help with the baby? Would he want to see me more often? Would he take the baby away?

That thought hit something within me. I imagined me giving birth to a beautiful baby girl, and him snatching it away. Therefore leaving me alone without the child I had carried away for months. I gasped at the aloof thought. I didn't even want to consider him permanently taking the child away.

As I slipped on my scratchy pajamas and into my cot, I sighed. I did not know what to expect but all I could do for now is sleep and not stress. I couldn't stress about my family and friends back home. I couldn't think about my last couple of traumatizing last couple of months. I couldn't think about Akagi and his strange motives and methods. I couldn't allow myself to drop to a lower point of weakness than I was at now-for her.

I dreamed of my mother. She was my rock and stood confidently by my side for everything. The dream was painfully brief as well as painfully real. She stood on our porch, just out of reach as I ran to her. I could smell her, she smelled like home and her cooking was magnificent. I could even smell her famous eggs and bacon that she made me for breakfast for 16 years in a row. My eyes fluttered open and the resilient smell of the delicious breakfast was still there. I was so transfixed on the familiar smell from my home that I didn't notice the "scenery change." My legs miraculously carried me to a small table just feet away from the bed. Forks and napkins and a glass of juice were neatly laid out. It looked fresh and I was honestly starving!

I'm feeding for two now aren't I?

I devoured the food. I could care less about my looming anxieties I was too focused and reminded of home to concern myself with other things. The food was all gone, drink and all, within 5 minutes. I leaned back and felt truly peaceful for a moment. As I walked back to my bed, I then realized I was in a different room. Everything was clean and white much like a hospital, but not bustling with nurses and other patients. It felt more like a bedroom, but still smelled sanitary like a hospital room.

My bed was much bigger than the wooden cot I was accustomed to. Plush layers of blankets filled the maybe queen size bed. I ran my hand along the warm, fluffy fabric. I actually think because of the bedding change I was more well rested. I didn't have the usually grogginess I felt in the mornings lately-especially after sex. It was comfier. Not just because it was soft, but it reminded me of my bed at home, easing my mind and body.

I took another deep breath as I sat down on my bed. I felt great to be honest. I had only had minor pregnancy symptom-related incidents, but today I felt great. I lay on my bed for hours it felt like until a light knock came from the door.

"Come on in." I yelled, not knowing who it could be.

My doctor from earlier and Jupiter stepped in, smiling lightly. They had both been very nice to me and I was almost relieved to see the two. The doctor, Karen, pulled a chair next to the bed and looked at me sternly.

"Jupiter has informed me of the err treatment Mr. Akagi was giving you before we knew you were pregnant. This includes how he treated you during sex as well as the beatings. She told me because we need to make sure your baby is developing healthily and what we may or may not need to do for it, alright?"

I looked up at Jupiter, one of the only people I had shared my experiences with. I wanted to be upset that she told those god awful stories to someone else, but at least it was the doctor. The doctor just wanted to make sure everything was alright.

"We're going to do an ultra-sound later today or this week alright?" Karen asked. I nodded.

"Also since the team will be supplying your meals, Akagi has ensured to purchase the best prenatal food for you alright?" My face cringed at the sound of his name, and Jupiter seemed to notice.

"Hikari, I cannot forgive what my Lord did to you. It's disgusting. But I follow him for a reason ok? I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him. I'm not calling him compassionate, but please it's his baby too he just wants to h-"

"That's enough." Karen bitterly cut Jupiter off. "Hikari's mental health and stress levels need to be maintained for the baby." Jupiter nodded and stepped back once again.

I didn't know why, but tears filled my eyes. I was glad someone cared.

"Please let me see him later." I chimed. I don't know what prompted me to ask, but I just wanted to get to know him as soon as possible. I had to figure out his weak points. I wanted to find a breakthrough.

The 2 women looked surprised at my random request. They nodded and exited, chatting quietly as they left.

I was alone in my room again.

No.

Not anymore.